“I was not aware until two days ago,” resumed Sophy, “that my aunt took drugs and that you supplied them.”
“I don’t know what the missy is talking about,” stammered Lily.
“Oh yes, you understand, and Mr. Krauss will understand. At present he has no idea of my aunt’s real ailment.”
“Missy going to tell him? Well, if I am sent away to Madras and the drug taken from the missis she will soon die—you will see!”
Lily’s tone was more triumphant than regretful.
“She will die anyway,” rejoined Sophy, “and it were better that she should die in her senses than a drugged victim to cocaine. How long has this been going on?”
“Two, three years—maybe four years.”
“Four years!” repeated Sophy incredulously.
“Yes, missis plenty sick—no sleep getting; doctor ordering small dose sleep mixture; missis liking too much, taking more and more, and more.”
“And you have kept her supplied—you get it from Ah Shee?”